Hello readers, I apologized for taking so long with updating my next chapter, but I was busy with a lot of things. Also when I tried uploading this chapter last month my laptop acting all weird.

Should I keep doing the fun facts or not?

Reunited by Murder

With just under a year passing since Quinn was forced to leave Jerome at the circus, she hasn't been able speak with him much. Sure, they would phone call each other whenever they can, but his mother was never too keen on him borrowing the only phone between them to call Quinn.

One evening at her apartment, after Quinn finished her homework she decided to try and call Jerome. But, before she could even dial his number, someone else rings, on the other phone. Quinn quickly places her phone down the one in her hand, and makes her way to the other, which is attached to a wall in her apartment.

"Hello?" Quinn spoke quietly.

"Is this Quinn Young?" The voice answers, and she breathes a sigh of relief.

"Yes," Quinn answers, "Who is this?"

"This is the Gotham City Police Department, we have a young man down here claiming that he knows you," the operator explains, sounding utterly bored in fact Quinn swears she hears them yawning.

Could it be Jerome? "Who is it?" I ask nervously, hoping that Jerome hasn't gotten himself into any trouble.

"His name is Jerome Valeska." Shit.

"Is his mother with him?" Quinn asks, silently praying that she is, for once, hoping they'll see the bruises on his body. Maybe Jerome will finally tell them what she's been doing to him.

"No. I'm sorry to tell you that Lila Valeska was found dead late last night."

"Oh," is the only word that manages to run past her lips. Quinn honestly wasn't sad about it she always thought that woman was vile and cruel. But she hoped that Jerome is okay, it's still his mom, even if she was a bi*** to him.

"I'll be there soon," Quinn tells them, before hanging up. She first called a cab, and then she got ready to leave, and walked outside to where the cab was and took off for the GCPD.

When Quinn arrives, an officer is there to meet her. Quinn instantly takes quick strides toward Jerome as soon as she sees him. When Jerome sees her, he stands up and Quinn throws her arms over his shoulders. Jerome pretends to cry into her shirt.

"I'm so sorry Jerome," she says, but Jerome knows that she's not really telling the truth. She was upset for Jerome, but Quinn hated his mother with a passion, but not as much as Jerome did.

For the first time in a while, Jerome had felt slightly guilty for lying to Quinn. When they were kids, whenever Quinn cried, Jerome would also cry himself, and whenever he cried, Quinn did too. Who says girls don't like emotional boys? Quinny can sure do that. That's why Jeremiah will never have a chance with her, that little four-eyed prick. Jerome thought to himself.

"It's not your fault, Quinn," Jerome pulls away from her, and turns to the detective behind him, fighting the urge to smile at the sight of the girl he cares so much about.

"S-Sorry," Jerome mutters, faking a small smile as he speaks to the detective, "a friend of mine."

The detective nods, reaching out his hand towards Quinn, which she soon takes.

"I'm Quinn, Quinn Young," Quinn introduces herself.

"James Gordon," the detective introduces himself, "I've been told you've heard of the circumstances."

"Yes sir. I heard," Quinn says quietly.

"Do you have any idea who would kill Lila Valeska," Jim asked.

"Kill?" Quinn mumbled, "I-I thought she only died, like an accident or something. Nobody told me she was…murdered."

"Well I'm sorry to tell you that she was murdered," Jim glances at Jerome, and Jerome looks down pretending to cry.

"No, sir. I-I have no idea who would k-k-kill her," Quinn stutters.

"Can you two follow me please," Jim asked the two teenagers, "I just want to talk to you, mainly Jerome. But I think he might be more comfortable with you there Miss Young," Jerome nodded.

"Okay, James," Quinn replied.

"Just call me Jim, please," Jim told her.

"And you can just call me Quinn," the girl replied, "Hearing someone call me Miss Young makes me think of my teachers."

Quinn and Jerome then followed Jim to a small room where Jerome and Quinn sit down in the two chairs behind the desk while Jim sits down in another one on the opposite side of him.

"Tell me about your mother, Jerome," said Jim.

"She's my mother," Jerome sniffed. "What can I say? I love her. She's perfect... Not a very good cook, except for that."

Quinn held back a frown, what she just heard shocked her. Lila was anything but perfect. Quinn remembered when she still lived in the circus that Lila slept with almost all the grown males in the Circus, possibly including her own father too, and some other men in different cities they visited. Not to mention the constant times Lila was hurting Jerome.

"Did she have any enemies? Someone with a grudge?" Jim questioned.

"No," Jerome lied.

"Boyfriends?"

"No," Jerome replied.

"No?" Jim repeats, raising his eyebrow.

"She had lovers," Jerome admitted, "Sex partners, really. But not boyfriends, she didn't want the commitment."

"Alphonse Grayson?"

"Yes, he was one of them," Jerome held back a snarl at the mention of his name.

"Owen Lloyd?"

"Yes."

"Any others?" Gordon asked.

"Uh, not that I could put a name to."

"How did you feel about your mother's love life?" Jim questioned.

"I feel fine about it," Jerome noted Jim's uncertainty, so he continued. "If not for my mother's love life, I wouldn't be here, would I? Sex is a healthy human activity."

"... Yes, it is..." Gordon cleared his throat, "Do you have any other family?"

"The circus is my family," Jerome replied, shaking his head sadly. Quinn grabbed Jerome's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"I think that's enough for today," Jim sighs, after a while.

"Thank you for your time," Jerome whimpers, standing up from his chair, and Quinn does the same.

"Yeah," Quinn says, "And Detective, if you ever need anything to help with the case, just call me again, okay? I gave you my number."

So sweet. But I know she isn't doing this for my mother. Nope. She's doing this for me. It's a shame it won't really help. Jerome thought to himself.

They walked out of the interrogation room, still holding hands. It's not long after that when they leave the police station.

"Are you okay Jerome?" Quinn asks with concern.

"Yeah," Jerome sniffs, avoiding Quinn's chocolate brown eyes. "She wasn't a great mom, but..."

Quinn pulls Jerome into a tight hug with one hand rubbing his back, "I know, Jerome. But she still was your mom, and was apparently m-murdered."

"No one deserves it," Jerome lies. She pretty much deserved it.

"No, you're right," Quinn agreed.

They awkwardly move away from each other, both of them just wanting to stand there, still holding onto each other, in the cold, dark street.

"Do you want to grab something to eat or drink?" Quinn asks, her hand touching the back of her neck. She always did that when she's nervous or feeling unsure.

"Don't you have school tomorrow?" Jerome asks her, "You're going to need some sleep."

"No, tomorrow is a Teacher's Institute Day, which means no school for me," Quinn told him with a smile, "Besides I wouldn't be going to school anyway."

"Why?" A small smile is plastered on Jerome's face, as if he already knows the answer.

"Because I'm going to be with you, ginger nut," Quinn said, "Now, come on. I'm getting hungry."

She grabs his hand, pulling him over to a 60's diner that was called Jay's Drive In across the road from us. Jerome then suddenly feels a small amount of guilt hit him, right in the chest. If he were to get caught, what would Quinn think of him? She hates guns, knives, and murdering and had a sensitive stomach when it came to blood. Jerome shrugs off his feelings off as they step inside the diner, but still thought to himself. I won't get caught. And even if I do, she'll understand, right? I don't even think I can convince myself.

Quinn smiles at Jerome warmly as they sit down, "Do you want a drink?" She asks, handing him the menu.

"I'll pay," Jerome responded.

"But do you have any money?" Quinn asked.

Jerome takes some money out of his pocket, showing it to Quinn.

"I can pay for half," she says.

"No you can't," Jerome chuckles.

"It's not right for me to let you pay for all of it," Quinn insisted.

"It's not very manly of me to make you pay," Jerome responded, pretending to flex his muscles. Jerome might've looked skinny, but he was actually stronger than most people think.

"I see, so you want to be a manly man," she laughs, "Fine, but tomorrow when we go out it's going to be my treat."

They spend a few hours at the diner, just talking about anything. Remembering when they were younger, or talking about what's happened since then. That's when Jerome realized he still felt the same about her, he always had a crush on her as a kid. Quinn was about a couple years younger than him, and they were born and raised in the circus. Quinn wasn't a part of any act, like her mother was, but to Jerome she was the most amazing person ever. They started to leave, after looking outside and seeing how dark it was. When they get outside, she stops walking and turns to me.

"Do you want to come to my apartment? I mean it's only a studio apartment, but there's enough room for both of us, you can sleep there, with me," she asks, and instantly blushes. "I-I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I have a couch, and I can sleep on it, or uh, it's up to you if you want to sleep on the couch or the bed."

Once again, Quinn places her hand on the back of her neck and her face becomes deep red and she looks down at the floor. Jerome grabs her waist, and pulls her closer to him, in response her cheeks go to a furious shade of red.

"I know what you meant, Quinny," Jerome smirks at her awkwardness.

"J-Jerome?" She stutters.

Awww. She's so cute when she's like this. Jerome thought and he nodded his head gently, telling her to continue.

"I've really missed you," Quinn confessed.

"I've missed you too, but we still talk to each other a lot," Jerome said.

"I know. It's just I missed us being together and spending time together, like, you know how it used to be back at the circus," Quinn explained, "We were with each other whenever we wanted to be, when nothing could get in the way."

"I know," Jerome said to her.

"I wish that-" Quinn started, but was interrupted.

Jerome gently places his lips on Quinn's, and she stops, she could feel Jerome smiling as they were kissing.

AN: Jay's Drive In was one of my favorite restaurants that my mom and I would love to go to for lunch.